Magpie

                     Magpie        Fly, bold piebald bird, away from my home!. You sharp-eyed thief of gaudy curios And gossip of importunate discord, Who bring misfortune on your two-toned plumes And herald worse disasters yet to be;      There is not space enough, here, […]

Creative Progress

                                  Creative Progress        Around us, everything we see reveals Progress, from youth to age, simplicity To more complexity. Innocence feels Growing experience, whilst clumsiness Learns facile skills. These are progressions good And natural, made by Creation’s rules. […]

Exploration and Discovery

                    Exploration and Discovery   Amalgamated Cook and Darwin, now      I have the opportunity to search The world, (home and abroad, both near and far),      For fossilised remains and recent strains      Still extant, (wheresoever they may be Discovered), of Rima […]

Cool Avenues

                          Cool Avenues   Along cool avenues in thought I walked      Beneath the high-branched, leafy-shading trees           More venerable than Methuselah. Remembrance came and went like dappled pools      Of light and shade across the surfaces […]

Expedition

                               Expedition        Once, we were seven ships. Three were left beached In England. A fourth, newly to Colours Called, now leaves to start patrols in Britain’s Name. And soon the mother-ship, (frail pinnace, Too small safely to sail […]

Broom

             Broom   Small pale-leaved bush, besprent With dark, sulphureous flowers           Tinged faintly red; It looks as though someone Has pricked your gorsy blooms           And made them bleed                Plantagenetical!.

Trust

                    Trust   It seems to me that, when I place my trust      In humankind, something always goes wrong!.      Though with the best intentions and most strong Affections, promises are turned to dust.   No, I’m not cynical of friends!. It’s just […]

Time

  Time  (1984)        Two thirds of my expected span are gone: Scarce twenty-five more years remain to me In which to make my mark in history. It is too short, too brief a time, (God knows), For building stairs to immortality!.      John Keats, that skilful genius, himself Just reached in total […]

Voyeurs?

Voyeurs?             Are poets spies upon æsthetica?. They watch events around them through keen eyes,           (From the overall generality           To the minutest of particulars),  Whilst noting with descriptive acumen           Their stimulation of, (or  by), the most […]

Chivalrous?

     Chivalrous?   I love. That is enough                                                     For all my needs; Though what my lover wants                       […]

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